(Note: I’ve moved this to it’s own post. Trying to keeps these journals separate.)

I love roses. They are my favorite flower. I like yellow for their scent. Red for the color. Mutihues for the surpries they hold. I love white with peach, red with yellow. I love roses. It’s funny, I can remember roses being the first thing I was taught to draw, the first thing I was taught to make out of clay. They smell wonderful, are great to decorate with. My curtains have roses. My table has blue roses on it. My garden has purple and white roses in it. I have a jar filled with white rose petals for burning or boiling. Just fun. I love the name rose. If I every have another daughter, I think I want to call her Rosemund. I eventually have a character called that anyway. Painting roses is much, much harder. I’ll still try though.

Maybe that explains Poland.Charles De Lint






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